Friday, December 21, 2012

Walking down the street alone, after dark. You should know that
you’re a slut

Wearing a short skirt? Guess you’re asking for it!

In light of this gangrape case (which is NOT first of
it’s kind, statistics indicate of how many, possibly more gruesome ones, go
unreported) The wave of wrath has been transpired
across the length and breadth of the nation, on the streets, in the parliament.
All are at the vantage point ; the police, the government, the Chief Minister,
the judiciary, the laws…everyone but ourselves.

So before you go on suggesting solutions like castrate
them! Capital punishment! Chop off their dicks and stick them to their heads(a
very innovative one; I gotta say)! we should stop and think . are they the ones
to blame? Who is the real culprit?Who is at fault? As for the their punishment is
considered In my personal opinion it should be up to the girl to decide what
she wants to be done with them.

What we could do is
urge ourselves to think a little beyond the obvious. Here’ a rub…….

What is it that could really bring about
the sort of resurrection that we desire?

By changing
the system?

Or by
changing ourselves?

Those
who feel the latter could be true. Congratulations! you’re on the road to
reform.

Now
what we cannot do is

we cannot stop the adolescent boys from watching porn on the net or eyeing,
reluctantly, a girl they might find appealing

We
cannot stop the neighbour’s kid from taking pictures of girls in his phone
camera secretly.

But
what we can do is sow the seeds of realisation in their minds and hearts so
that they very well realise and accept what is happening around them is wrong
and not only should have the fear of stigma, the world but also the fear of
falling in their own eyes. The pretext of guilt is to be instilled in their
very psych! Stop preaching girls and start
educating men to respect womenfolk, in simple words that is.

And as for those of the former(colossal misconception)
I’m afraid the evasion(yes, that’s what I would call it) shall not last long.
its only a matter of time when you wil too join the league of the latter when
you see, possibly your own son, brother or maybe even boyfriend do something reviling
to your own self.

I’m not one to politically feminize but holy hell this
system has GOT TO change. This time , for good!

A collective resolute resolve to wisp away the stamp of
ignominy, barbarism and scum being shoved from every part of this godforsaken
globe, is bound to be taken.

Taking a small example. Let’s say music. We often condone
or maybe fail to even notice that this misogyny we are fighting against with
full zeal and fervour is actually a product of our actions. honey singh. Ring a
bell? maybe you’re too big a fan or maybe have never heard of it. but this man’s
music has always appealed to me reason being (NOT his trinity school of music
degree) this peculiar Indian-ness (as I would put it) he has brought to rap! My
idea of rap was always Eminem, kanye, travie mcoy and now, inevitably, this man’s
picture comes to my mind along with them(not that I am comparing). But not
lately. Not since I was introduced to some of his works I had only heard
existed. The point I am making here is I don’t know how many of you have
actually heard these songs of him. The lyrics. The fucking misogyny reeking out
his songs. the artistic profanity in lieu of his women that he portrays as
objects in his songs is not the only reason of my snubs for his songs. but also
The sheer explicitness of the
composition with which he depicts the females as nothing but mere sex objects. Every
time I listen to his songs Every pore of my identity that I owe to my sex runs
into a frenzied overdrive of anger, distress and disgust. Listening to them is
like an Injustice to my own sex, at least for me.

My sub conscious stamping her feet and yelling at me of
the injustice I did to my own self. Get the picture, now?

what he must think of women?(in
one of his songs, he talks of his ex girlfriend washing her prospective husband’s
underwear and dirty utensils in the time to come , all because she dumped his
ass)

Well, I am not judging this singer here. I am
judging those people who hear his songs and dance to his beats let alone being
aghast at this selection of music they rather welcome this objectification of
women and pay bucks to have at it. women and men, both, mind you. It
is upsetting to say the least that The same people, whom you would find protesting on the streets demanding
a resignation of Sheila dixit, suggesting castration as binding laws for rape
convicts, changing profile pictures to
big black dots and painting themselves in the color of eradicating-every-evil-against
women protagonists, owing to the suddenly discovered need of women empowerment.

Before any of you misinterpret, I am not saying you
stop listening to his songs or boycott him. All I am doing is rubbing away the mist
on this fogged up mirror of our society. Fogged with misogyny. Patriarchy. Mist of our own cold attitude that we have
kept towards gender issues taking an evil form somewhere or the other, time and
again.

Realisation is the first step towards resurrection. And
resurrection can only be brought about when The plague is massacred from the
very bottom to the very top Before it gets the better of the society(for some
of the cases, I’m afraid it already has)

Education of any level, be it school or graduate or
beyond that, does not guarantee gender sensitivity. I’m sorry but I was never
and can never be in favour of gender equality! Because I don’t feel men and
women are or ever will be equal. Merely preaching of it makes us even bigger
idiots than we already are. Once we speak of it then we can forget about talking
of special rights for women. And the instances we read and hear about every
minute of the day clearly indicate a need for the otherwise. The capital of the prodigy of lands of ethics,
values and culture is now, to the misfortune of all of us, reeking of the
patriarchal society it inhibits, the predicament of the indignation the people
have brought upon themselves and a testament that THIS is some fucked up shit!

How this emerging fast capital of the nation
has been constantly moving at rocket speed towards modernization, customizing
lifestyles to uber luxury mode and getting big mouthed of this progressive
culture but in all honesty we ALL are Going back to True south.

And before some of you misinterpret me
let me just clear the air by saying that not all of us have this misogynistic
approach and of course, it is the sensitivity of the good people that this nation is
still stable and reforms are at least underway.

However, Each and every instance we
hear about reeks of the patriarchal society we inhibit.

By the suitor who rejects tens of prospective brides

By the father who favours the son over the daughter

By the people who play blind, mute and deaf every time they witness
an eve teasing.

By the boy who watches his father hit his mother.

By the girl who keeps the “this-shall-pass-too” attitude every time
she is indecently touched

When you’re bit by a snake , you have to suck the
poison out. Maybe that’s what we should do. Suck the poison out.

So before becoming the onlooker that goes on to
overlook and give away free tickets by casually justifying the offences of any
such eve teasers, sermonising the ladies at the other end by merely saying “aah,
you know, boys will be boys”. Think . think of the enormity of the carnage you
are bringing upon the women of this country.

Observation of silence in the face of
atrocity (warranted or not!) perpetrates this savage behaviour that one day
leads to us getting furiously appalled and out on the streets protesting. Well,
people this won’t change anything except for your blood pressure. So let’s not
fool ourselves any further because it makes you no better than the ones you are
protesting against. Protest! Protest every such instance without giving away a
chance for such ugly faces of barbarism to rise. I mean, how much more innovation in
rapes do you need? Isn’t this creative enough? And changing your profile
picture then justifying it as an act of solidarity and unison against the fight
with the system shall not confer any such social evils to extinction.

Show solidarity when you see
a girl getting ogled by a bunch of losers beside the street!

Show solidarity when hear
your neighbour hitting his wife in the dead of the night!

If you really want to put an end to it
, like I know you do then speak up! Fight! Unbind yourselves from the chains of
hesitation and none-of-my-business attitude! It may not be your daughter, mother,
sister or your wife but it can be tomorrow! Bloody well, Make it your business!

Teach all of these motherfuckers a
lesson! Let’s say like an ode to the one who will fight for your daughter, sister,
mother or wife like you are, right now, for somebody
else’s.

and remember ladies, nothing beats the life out, like a high heeled
kick in the balls!

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Okay yes I
know I’m a wee bit late , the birthday time got me all tangled up in
phone-calls, mini-treaties and lots of people

I was soo consumed in this moment

now that
I’m all done with it and think about this 20th birthday of mine
apart from all the birthday’s I have ever had , this seems peculiarly beautiful
one memory that is sure to stay with me for quite some time and maybe longer!
there I was on Thursday night thinking my birthday is gonna be the most boring
cuz I was gonna be at just another mun conference socializing (so called :P) ,
debating(per say :P) and blah blah

but boy, was I wrong!

it came over to me as the most beautiful surprises I have ever had and proved me
wrong in more than one ways
this just another mun conference made my 20th birthday the most special
of all surprises I have ever had the luck of getting.

This one
blissful day, just consummates my cup-full of wishes to what I could have asked
for and more.

i never thought, this just another mun would be THIS special
never did i! never could i!
and never was being proven wrong this beautiful!

Rohit Gandhi:
wot can I say about you man?
you have been such a darling
thankyouu , biggggg thankyouu for this, I m short of words ,
you overthrew my delight above all my expectations!

piyush, Ayesha
and arpit – your being there with me, made this special

and
ofcourse my love, arshia

and
shehzala, I gotta give you this, that you are are pretty adept at hiding of
those presentiments so much so that even my ESPs (xtra –sensory-perception) din
do much good

you guys Made
this one day beyond special, to say the least

I might
have been throat-closed- up for a while because I was dazed and yes it took
some time to get over that WOAHHH-WAS-THAT-THE-BEST-BIRTHDAY-OR-WOT feeling!
but shehzala,arshia you guys, have stricken me with happiness beyond measures
and this distant sense of amazement I owe to you BIG TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

trust me guys, I am STILL trying to fight the imagery

I LAAAVV THE FRICKINGGG LIFE OUT OF
YOUUUUUUUUUUU

There are
times when I luk at you two and think
shit! Why do I even love this stupid fuck? And then you give me a gazillion
reasons (like this celebration) of why not and even more <3

And that’s
more like forever from now :*

Lastly , this
mun wheedled its way in my heart and is sure to stay there as one of the most
special muns I have ever attended

Monday, October 1, 2012

Reeking insincerity, walls of that bright
room through and through
resonating laughter and those displays of how-much–I-love-you

Masqueraded faces, and how I love there
cover?None is a comrade, let alone a lover

There I sit on the side, yes I talk and I smileVanity cars and flashy dresses and those
voices, so agileCamera flashes to capture those pearly
whites, but this vacancy overpowers meSuffocated the crowd gets me, yet I feel as
lonely as I could be

Silly as it may sound, then I see a face
amongst those fallacies and lies

I jump to my feet, and I smile with a bliss that sparkles in my eyesI hold your hand and we dance to the rhythm
of loveIt’s just this one night and the ever so
intriguing your smile’s curve

No more forcing laughter, no more pacing up
and downIt all ends tonight, yet it begins a new
story of us in this townMy eyes gleam in this vivid moment, the
bliss it smearsI love the view from up here, air of love in
my ears

you are now with me, i have lived it all right at this momenti am complete, bring forth my sorrows and happiness that i ever lenti got someone i can live till time can sparei got someone i love more than love itself

Sunday, September 30, 2012

YES, i know we are perverted :D

Here it
goes
akanksha , you, I know since I entered my middle school

Through
those hush hush crushes, first notes, board exams books and to the very first
boyfriends we have evolved to this stage
through all those up and downs
those kiddish fights to that one day which brought us to a standstill
and we moved apart, never to return back
but we did
somehow, and maybe this time for eternity

you have always been there by my side, my happy times and those gloomy times
the bitching, the clandestine affairs, those vivid chapters of friendship, the
blissful times
those slightly teary moments and finally the bond , it nly got stronger
and now you, yet again, make me feel on top of the world <3
my 20th budday <3

Thankyou
luk at it carefully, its not just another thankyou
its frm the heart!, frm the very core
I love you, forever-your DODO bestie <3

About Me

an occasional bitch (did you catch the sarcasm there?), delightfully difficult, fairly bitter, pseudo-intelligent, and never fail to make people laugh :) a stuck -up sexist [hell yea!!] , staunchy liberal , a bit innocuous [which means i can hang you out to dry] , pragmatic [or so i've been told] and lest i forget, a sweetheart that i am ;)